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    I Hate Gossip
    And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know?, But
    Yesterday It Seemed to just wander around until it found me,
    the gossip found me
    Then why don't you try proving it.
    How? You don't know how to prove it?,
    well, what you just do is...


    Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo)
    Stop, hatin' on a nigga
    that is a weak emotion
    The lady of a nigga
    And you could get tipped
    like ya waitin on a nigga, and
    Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga

    I give my all behind the mic,
    but you could never see, if you sit behind the light
    You don't have to pick me.. to win the title fight
    But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight
    And if I'm wrong, there is no right
    And if I'm wrong, there is snow white
    I'm tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the f**kin po-lice
    My flow is rare, these other rappers nice,
    These other rappers bark,
    Some of em' even bite
    But I'm much more bright
    I give the game sight
    So before you dim the lights you just might... might... wanna


    Think it over (think it over) Oo
    Think it over (think it over) Baby


    Stop... analyzin' criticizin',
    You should realize what I am and start epidimizin'
    Confident, I got the heart of the biggest lion
    confident like f**k em all, pull out my dick and ride it
    My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
    It rains a lot in my city, because my citys cryin'
    Because my citys dyin'
    But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pion-eer, sighin.


    Fear God, not them
    Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and
    Soo-woop
    And, then I leave tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath,
    Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?
    Like the strings on shoe No nigga f**k that
    I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
    I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
    So in your possession, I must ask...


    Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)
    Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?


    Drag my name through the mud
    I come out clean
    Cast away stones
    I won't even blink
    A gun is not a math problem,
    I won't even think
    Just leave you dead like the mink
    under my sink
    Don't believe in me
    Don't believe me
    I graduated from hungry,
    and made it to greedy
    My flow is like pasta
    Take it and eat it
    But I'ma need g's if I'm bakin' a
    zeedy.
    You niggas want beef?
    I want a steak and uh, we be
    Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
    Hard body nigga, just takin it easy
    All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy
    Why do rappers, lie to rappers, lie
    to fans, lot of rappers, lot of rappers
    Lie like actors, cut the mothaf**kin cameras
    Cut the check..f**k your props
    I AM hip hop.

    I'm not dead. I'm alive



    (by DaMata)

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